And Disappear Without a Trace
Title: And Disappear Without a Trace
Series: Tsubasa
Characters/Pairings: Kamui, Fuuma, Subaru. Lightly implied Fuuma/Kamui (or more like Fuuma->Kamui->Fuuma) and blink-and-you'll-miss-it Seishirou/Subaru.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Kamui and Fuuma talk, but the end result doesn't change.
Notes: This was my attempt to practice writing dialogue and try writing Kamui. I'm not exactly pleased with either.
And Disappear Without a Trace
When the air starts to shimmer in a circular motion in front of him, Kamui’s first thought is that he really should get some more sleep. When the shimmering solidifies into something resembling the projected image the Dimension Witch had used before, he breathes a sigh of relief, only to draw it back again seconds later, his pupils turning into golden slits.
“You!” he growls, curbing the instinctive reaction to let his nails grow into deadly claws, because unfortunately, you can’t attack someone who isn’t really there.
“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” Fuuma’s smile is just as infuriating as he remembered, still as fake as the plastic imitations of plants on the hallways of their hotel.
“Are you delusional?” he hisses, glancing repeatedly over his shoulder to the bedroom where his twin had retired just a few moments earlier. He isn’t sure if the projection (or whatever it should be called) is visible only to him or to everyone, but he is fairly sure that Subaru would worry over his mental state if he saw him talking to thin air.
Fuuma (the image of him) just laughs. “How have you been, Kamui?” he asks, still smiling, and Kamui finds himself regretting that the hunter isn’t there for real, only because at least then he could try to wipe that stupid smile off his face.
“Quit acting like you care.”
“Who says I’m acting?”
Kamui ignores this (and not because he doesn’t quite know what to say to that, or that he can’t tell if Fuuma is serious or not - but simply because it doesn’t merit any answer) and asks, frowning, “What do you want?”
“Oh,” Fuuma answers cheerfully, “I just wanted to see whether or not this thing worked! I’m doing a job for Yuuko-san, and I thought it best to make sure this really is what she wants to get.”
Kamui is slightly taken aback by this oddly normal answer - then again, he isn’t really sure what he expected, in the first place. Shrugging, he gives Fuuma a final glare before turning his back on him. “Well, now you’ve seen. Bye.”
Something flashes in Fuuma’s eyes, but before Kamui can decide what it is, the bedroom door opens and his twin walks out, head cocked to the side, looking perplexed.
“Kamui… Who are you talking to?”
Kamui scowls. Just when he was about to get rid of him.
“No one important,” he answers, his expression automatically softening at Subaru’s apparent confusion.
“Ouch, you wound me, Kamui!” Fuuma exclaims and Kamui glares at him, before glancing back at Subaru, who is suddenly smiling, seeming amused by something.
“It’s Fuuma-san, isn’t it? Please, tell him ‘hi’ from me.”
Kamui blinks (and really, he shouldn’t be surprised by Subaru’s unending kindness towards the most unworthy people), before grudgingly turning back to Fuuma.
“…Subaru says ‘hi’.”
Fuuma’s smile widens and Kamui wonders for a moment if his cheeks ever hurt from smiling all the time. Probably. Well, the bastard deserves it.
“Tell him my greetings as well. Though they probably don’t weigh much, not after my brother-“
At this, Kamui stiffens. “What. Did. You. Just. Say.” His voice is flat, with a dangerous edge to it. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Subaru freeze, and the fleeting look of guilt that flashes across his face is enough to tell him all he needs.
In the projection, Fuuma opens his mouth to say something, but Kamui doesn’t let him even start, turning instead towards Subaru and declaring, voice still monotone, “We’re leaving. Now.”
Subaru looks at him, eyes soft and pleading. “Kamui, forgive me, there was nothing I could do, he appeared just like Fuuma-san is appearing to you right now, I would guess. But I didn’t tell him anything, I swear, so he won’t… find us.”
Some of the weight dropped on him by Fuuma’s careless (or very careful) words disappears, and Kamui takes Subaru’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly, showing that he isn’t mad at him (couldn’t be, really), and says, “Still, I won’t be taking any risks. We’re leaving.”
He turns back to Fuuma. “We’re going, so there’s no reason for you to keep bothering me.”
“As you wish!” Fuuma laughs, but the sound is off (and Kamui can’t understand why that fact bothers him so much) before his image shimmers and then disappears.
“Kamui…” Subaru’s voice is at the same time apologetic and questioning.
Kamui draws his brother close and rests his head on his shoulder, taking comfort (against what? -he doesn’t know) in their closeness.
“It’s okay,” he says.
But somehow, a part of him feels anything but okay.
fin
End notes: As this is a sequel to a drabble-fic I'm not sure I will ever post (because goddamn you Fuuma, why must you be so difficult to write), I will explain a few things (that might seem obvious, and if they do, just ignore this) that otherwise would have been already explained. The thing Fuuma is using to contact Kamui is a well that lets you see the one you really want to see, if you know the right incantation (you don't have to know magic, per se, just the right words). And Fuuma knows them because he saw and heard Seishirou cast that spell earlier when he talked to Subaru. What happened during that conversation should be pretty obvious, and the reason Subaru is feeling guilty is because he neglected to tell Kamui that he had spoken with Sei; so he's telling the truth when he says he told him nothing of the world they are in.
Series: Tsubasa
Characters/Pairings: Kamui, Fuuma, Subaru. Lightly implied Fuuma/Kamui (or more like Fuuma->Kamui->Fuuma) and blink-and-you'll-miss-it Seishirou/Subaru.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Kamui and Fuuma talk, but the end result doesn't change.
Notes: This was my attempt to practice writing dialogue and try writing Kamui. I'm not exactly pleased with either.
And Disappear Without a Trace
When the air starts to shimmer in a circular motion in front of him, Kamui’s first thought is that he really should get some more sleep. When the shimmering solidifies into something resembling the projected image the Dimension Witch had used before, he breathes a sigh of relief, only to draw it back again seconds later, his pupils turning into golden slits.
“You!” he growls, curbing the instinctive reaction to let his nails grow into deadly claws, because unfortunately, you can’t attack someone who isn’t really there.
“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” Fuuma’s smile is just as infuriating as he remembered, still as fake as the plastic imitations of plants on the hallways of their hotel.
“Are you delusional?” he hisses, glancing repeatedly over his shoulder to the bedroom where his twin had retired just a few moments earlier. He isn’t sure if the projection (or whatever it should be called) is visible only to him or to everyone, but he is fairly sure that Subaru would worry over his mental state if he saw him talking to thin air.
Fuuma (the image of him) just laughs. “How have you been, Kamui?” he asks, still smiling, and Kamui finds himself regretting that the hunter isn’t there for real, only because at least then he could try to wipe that stupid smile off his face.
“Quit acting like you care.”
“Who says I’m acting?”
Kamui ignores this (and not because he doesn’t quite know what to say to that, or that he can’t tell if Fuuma is serious or not - but simply because it doesn’t merit any answer) and asks, frowning, “What do you want?”
“Oh,” Fuuma answers cheerfully, “I just wanted to see whether or not this thing worked! I’m doing a job for Yuuko-san, and I thought it best to make sure this really is what she wants to get.”
Kamui is slightly taken aback by this oddly normal answer - then again, he isn’t really sure what he expected, in the first place. Shrugging, he gives Fuuma a final glare before turning his back on him. “Well, now you’ve seen. Bye.”
Something flashes in Fuuma’s eyes, but before Kamui can decide what it is, the bedroom door opens and his twin walks out, head cocked to the side, looking perplexed.
“Kamui… Who are you talking to?”
Kamui scowls. Just when he was about to get rid of him.
“No one important,” he answers, his expression automatically softening at Subaru’s apparent confusion.
“Ouch, you wound me, Kamui!” Fuuma exclaims and Kamui glares at him, before glancing back at Subaru, who is suddenly smiling, seeming amused by something.
“It’s Fuuma-san, isn’t it? Please, tell him ‘hi’ from me.”
Kamui blinks (and really, he shouldn’t be surprised by Subaru’s unending kindness towards the most unworthy people), before grudgingly turning back to Fuuma.
“…Subaru says ‘hi’.”
Fuuma’s smile widens and Kamui wonders for a moment if his cheeks ever hurt from smiling all the time. Probably. Well, the bastard deserves it.
“Tell him my greetings as well. Though they probably don’t weigh much, not after my brother-“
At this, Kamui stiffens. “What. Did. You. Just. Say.” His voice is flat, with a dangerous edge to it. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Subaru freeze, and the fleeting look of guilt that flashes across his face is enough to tell him all he needs.
In the projection, Fuuma opens his mouth to say something, but Kamui doesn’t let him even start, turning instead towards Subaru and declaring, voice still monotone, “We’re leaving. Now.”
Subaru looks at him, eyes soft and pleading. “Kamui, forgive me, there was nothing I could do, he appeared just like Fuuma-san is appearing to you right now, I would guess. But I didn’t tell him anything, I swear, so he won’t… find us.”
Some of the weight dropped on him by Fuuma’s careless (or very careful) words disappears, and Kamui takes Subaru’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly, showing that he isn’t mad at him (couldn’t be, really), and says, “Still, I won’t be taking any risks. We’re leaving.”
He turns back to Fuuma. “We’re going, so there’s no reason for you to keep bothering me.”
“As you wish!” Fuuma laughs, but the sound is off (and Kamui can’t understand why that fact bothers him so much) before his image shimmers and then disappears.
“Kamui…” Subaru’s voice is at the same time apologetic and questioning.
Kamui draws his brother close and rests his head on his shoulder, taking comfort (against what? -he doesn’t know) in their closeness.
“It’s okay,” he says.
But somehow, a part of him feels anything but okay.
fin
End notes: As this is a sequel to a drabble-fic I'm not sure I will ever post (because goddamn you Fuuma, why must you be so difficult to write), I will explain a few things (that might seem obvious, and if they do, just ignore this) that otherwise would have been already explained. The thing Fuuma is using to contact Kamui is a well that lets you see the one you really want to see, if you know the right incantation (you don't have to know magic, per se, just the right words). And Fuuma knows them because he saw and heard Seishirou cast that spell earlier when he talked to Subaru. What happened during that conversation should be pretty obvious, and the reason Subaru is feeling guilty is because he neglected to tell Kamui that he had spoken with Sei; so he's telling the truth when he says he told him nothing of the world they are in.